I've been driving taxis in this city for more than 10 years, and each night is a new adventure. I've picked up a variety of passengers, including noisy drinkers, silent thinkers, and everything around. But, one night, everything changed.
It was a wet Tuesday when she got in my cab. I looked in the rearview mirror and noticed a woman in her thirties. She had icy features and fierce eyes that appeared to cut straight through me.
"Where to?" I inquired, attempting to keep my tone steady.
"Downtown," she said, speaking calm but with a hint of edge.
I nodded and began driving. The streets were slick from rain, and the city lights blended into a brilliant wash. As we drove, I could sense the tension in the air. She clenched in the backseat, her fingers tapping constantly on her thigh.
"You seem uneasy," I murmured, breaking the silence.
"Just wondering," she said, looking out the window. "You ever feel like you're in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
I giggled softly. "More often than I'd prefer. But that is the city for you—always full of surprises."
"Surprises can be dangerous," she explained, her voice lowering.
I looked at her through the mirror. "You speak as if you knew something I don't. Are you in some form of trouble?
She gave a soft laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "You are asking a lot of questions, driver. It's best if you don't intervene in my business."
"Just wanting to make conversation," I answered, hoping to lighten the situation. But something about her tone made me uneasy.
"Conversations can lead to complications," she explained. "Trust me."
I concentrated on the road, my heart thumping. I could sense the weight of her words. "You are scaring me a little here. "What exactly is going on?"
"Let's just say I have seen things. "Things I shouldn't have observed she murmured, her voice scarcely audible.
"What kind of things?" I inquired, unable to help myself.
"Things that could get people killed," she added, her gaze fixed on mine in the mirror.
Before I could react, she leaned in. "You ever heard of the "The Abyss Cartel"?"
I gulped hard. I'd heard whispers about an underground society that controlled the city's deepest areas. "Yeah, I'm aware of them."
"Good. Then you know to stay out. "They don't tolerate loose lips," she replied, her voice harsh.
I grabbed the steering wheel more tightly. "And you're linked with them?"
"I was," she said with a note of remorse in her tone. "I felt I could help someone. However, I ended up knowing too much. "Now I'm just trying to survive."
"Why are you telling me this?" I inquired, feeling a combination of fear and curiosity.
"This is because you my taxi driver," she explained simply. "You are just a guy behind the steering wheel. But you can either help me or be a part of a larger problem."
I felt the impact of her words. "What do you need from me?"
"Just drive me to the corner of Third and Main," she stated calmly. "And avoid looking back."
I nodded, heat rushing through my veins. "Okay, I can do that."
As I drove through the rain-soaked streets, she reclined back in her seat, her face unreadable. I stole looks at her, trying to decide what to do next. I was only a taxi driver, yet this felt like something from a movie.
"Do you have a plan?" I inquired, shattering the silence again.
"Yes, I do," she said, her gaze now directed ahead. "However, plans can change. "Just stay quiet and keep driving."
A shiver ran down my back as I turned onto Third Street. The corner was quiet and gloomy. I pulled over and glanced at her. "This is it."
"Thank you," she replied, her tone softening. “Just remember, not everything is what it looks.”
Before I could react, she opened the door and strolled outside in the rain. I watched her go away, vanishing into the shadows.
I sat for a time, my heart hammering. What has just happened? I've driven thousands of passengers, but none have ever left me feeling this way.
But there was nothing at all. Just an eerie, silent street.
That night, everything changed for me. I knew the city had secrets, but now I knew how deep they were. As I continued my shift, I couldn't help but wonder: what if I'd known too much? and will I ever see her again...
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